They Meet To Say Farewell: Their Way Of Saying This Is Hard To Say. - He Holds Her Hand An Instant, Wholly Distressed - And She Unclasps It Slowly. He Bends His Gaze Evasively Over The Printed Page That She Recurs To, With A New-Moon Shoulder Glimpsed From The Lace-Mists That Enfold Her. The Clock, Beneath Its Crystal Cup, Discreetly Clicks - "Quick! Act! Speak Up!" A Tension Circles Both Her Slender Wrists - And Her Raised Eyes Flash In Splendor, Even As He Feels His Dazzled Own. - Then, Blindingly, Round Either Thrown, They Feel A Stress Of Arms That Ever Strain Tremblingly - And "Never! Never!" Is Whispered Brokenly, With Half A Sob, Like A Belated Laugh, - While Cloyingly Their Blurred Kiss Closes, Sweet As The Dew'S Lip To The Rose'S.